some more beginnings

 a couple more poems i began but never finished and likely will never finish. sorry for so few complete pieces lately, i am evil and hate writing.

 

I shove my body beneath my bed
Stomach down, head turned to the side.
Dust bunnies make friends with my belly button lint
The slats imprint on the rolls of my back.
The hallway light seeps in under the door,
my mother’s heels sound like a horse on tile.
I lay.
She knocks on my door, bumbadadadumbum bum bum.
I hold my breath, my nose whistles. I plug my nose.
The light flows in, the heels stop clicking.
I make friends with a lone sock.
She candors to my father. She trots back.
I lay. I stifle a giggle. 

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 The boat is silent, or nearly so,
The house is in the village though.
Against the water, the boat rocks,
But I'll continue to row and row.

I'll park the boat right on the dock,
Tighten my anchor, chain, and lock.
Ill step off the edge, onto the shore,

I'll trip over a tiny rock.

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i don't really care if the foam of the soda spills over the side of the glass. my hand is wet anyway. crosswalks don't matter because cars tend to stop when there are people in the road. kiss or slap is fun because you get to get slapped.